I can't figure out how it got its name, though. It has chocolate ice cream, chunks of dark and white fudge, pecans, almonds and walnuts in it. Walnuts might grow in New York, but I'm pretty sure pecan trees don't do well that far north, and I know that the vast majority of the almonds grown in the U.S. come from the central valley of California, many of them from groves no more than a couple of dozen miles from my house. (There is in fact an Almond Street here in town, though the locals pronounce it Ammon Street.) Fudge, of course, is generic, and can be made almost anywhere, and thus has no particular connection to New York. Perhaps it is the cosmopolitan nature of the ingredients which creates the connection. But whatever the reasons for the name, it is a dandy concoction. I'll have to be careful not to buy it too often, since I find it so nearly irresistible. The fact that, once the sale is over, it will cost four dollars a pint will help me avoid excessive consumption, I'm sure.
The period of cool weather is drawing to an end, and it will be well into the eighties today, heading for the nineties by Sunday. Yikes! I can almost smell Sluggo's smoke already. By this afternoon, I'll likely be wishing that I could be at the beach, or at least basking in the sixty degree fog of San Francisco.
